Clara

You sat in the cafe, sipping from your coffee. It was raining and you had stopped for a drink and a pastry. Your chosen patisserie, an apple strudel. You studied it's golden shine, it's flaky exterior. Your mouth watered as you gripped the cake fork in your fist. The smell was incredible, drifted to your nostrils through the warming steam. Cinnamon and apple. You sighed and raised your fork, preparing to cut through the perfection, when suddenly, the bell above the door rang loudly, cutting through your strudel focus. A girl ran in, soaking wet from the rain and dressed in a wedding gown. You frowned as you took in this peculiar scene. She looked around hurriedly, in a panic, almost desperately. Her eyes landed on the umbrella basket next to the door. She grabbed the only one there and dove back out into the rain. It was your umbrella. You stood up quickly. The untouched strudel caught your eye and you hesitated, looking between the door and the strudel. You threw down the fork and reluctantly turned away, following the girl out of the door, leaving the poor apple strudel alone in the cafe. You shielded my eyes from the heavy rain as you sprinted after the umbrella thief. She ran into a park, holding the umbrella above her. When you finally caught up with her, she was leant against a tree, breathing heavily. She spun around quickly, holding the umbrella like a weapon, when she heard you. She looked panicked, gripping the umbrella before her hard enough that her knuckles turned white. Her eyes were shut and she turned her head away.

No! I don't want to go back! Don't make me marry him, please!

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at you. The hands holding the umbrella relaxed and she clutched it to her chest embarrassed.

Oh.